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Sunday, 24 September 2017

Strong Willed

I’m taking my mother
Out shopping today,
She likes to discover
What is on display.
She likes to spend,
Enjoying a trend
Of being in fashion
With a passion.

She struggles on her feet
But she doesn’t weep,
Her back plays her up
With spasms that suck.
Despite her aging years
She still perseveres.


© Andrew Stevenson 24/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Good Spell Without Hell

We had a year spell
Of bonding well,
We were good
residing in the hood.
We were caring
And very giving:
We were living
With lots of loving.

You were my serenity
When you were my honey;
You could be funny
And brightly sunny.
You to me were a star –
Drink with me in a bar.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 23 September 2017

A Loving Grandmother

My ex does experience fun
With having our grandchildren,
They play quite playfully
And are happy with she.
She takes them out to a park
Where they have a lark,
They explore and fool around
Without a negative sound.

Kenzie and Lacey Love she
With a loving sincerity,
He and she enjoy visiting
As Fiona is deeply caring.
Though we are not together
I love her as a Grandmother.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Play Away Today

I’ve seen my daughter today,
She behaves in a loving way
As she likes hugging and kissing
Which is a tranquil blessing.
She loves me with fervour
And likes my respectful behaviour
Of believing in the Saviour –
A belief without grief to savour.

My grandchildren had fun
With me, their dad and mum,
They were laughing and joking
With their playful playing.
I took Kenzie, to see his nanny
Where he plays quite happily.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Having A Play Today

I’m seeing my daughter today,
The grandchildren will play
In their own respective way,
I love them all and have fun
As my mental battle is won.
My daughter has pride in me
Not suffering and acting mentally –
Being hospital free for an eternity.

I’m taking my grandson out
To see his loving grandmother,
She is keenly, piously devout
By loving him with fervour.
We all have good relations
Adhering to supplications.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Myself and my grandson out shopping.




Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Clare My Juliet

I am your Romeo calling
But you are stalling,
I would be romantic
If you were my chick.
Could I have success
With more and not less.
I would give you loving
Well worth receiving.

Juliet, you are inspiring,
A muse I am desiring,
A beauty inside and out
With attractiveness clout.
You got madly mad at me
Because of my insanity.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 22 September 2017

We Had Chemistry

We had chemistry
You and me,
Come back and see
Myself with sanity;
We could be
Quite happily
Experiencing glee
With tranquillity.

Where are you,
Are you blue,
My love is true –
Ready to renew.
I am sorry I got sad
With being mad.


© Andrew Stevenson 22/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 21 September 2017

A Blessing Not Stressing

My Psychiatric Nurse
I no-longer have to see,
As I am not under a curse
Suffering behaving mentally.
I am sane for all to see
Especially my loving family,
They are pleased with me
Experiencing sane sanity.

I was ill for a number of years
Expressing my insane fears
To whoever had ears to hear –
Especially my near and dear.
I am making great progress
With my meds being less.


© Andrew Stevenson 21/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Think Like A Shrink

I saw the psychiatrist today
Where I was able to have my say
About my meds being too strong
And his prescription being wrong;
He listened to my conversing
About my excessive sleeping
And has taken me off injections
With a six-month plan of reductions.

I have been well for a long spell
And do not suffer living in hell,
My life at the moment is heavenly
And full of family tranquillity.
I am going back on tablets
With no immediate regrets.


© Andrew Stevenson 21/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Was And Still Am

I was thoughtful with you
And was mindful too,
I offered a friendship
With a romantic courtship.
I always treated you nice
And hardly acted like ice,
I had a character to savour
Adhering to respectable behaviour.

You were a dream come true,
Keeping me from feeling blue,
You were my loving saviour
A nice, palatable flavour.
You braved my stormy weather
For a pleasant year together.


© Andrew Stevenson 21/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 19 September 2017

Hear That I Am Sincere

You were a foxy lady
When you were with me,
You were my desire
With your pretty attire.
You were glamorously
A lady of popularity,
As friends were friendly
Respecting a vulnerability.

I did not get over you,
I have feelings to renew,
As my love does grow
Expressed in what I sow.
Reap what I poetically feed
With a literary greed.


© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Remedy For My Insanity

I was poor in health but not in spirit,
I was humorous and funny with wit,
But I could be mentally unstable
Bringing uncertainty to the table,
But mostly I was predictable
As you could tell when I was sick,
And you tried to lessen my suffering
With your gentle and sweet loving.

I loved your hair bouncing with flare,
And pleasantly liked to just stare
At your pretty, beautiful-self
Looking fit and in good health.
We were modestly good together
With both being a giver and lover.


© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Mentally Free From Insanity

I am now sanely free
Not suffering mentally,
I have been well
For a long spell.
I locked myself up
In my own mind,
As my life did suck –
You will find in time.

You were my honey,
Come back and see
What you mean to me,
Experiencing tranquillity.
You had a loving care
With our all laid bare.


© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Intellectually Bright

You were my ray of sunshine
When you were mine,
You were intellectually bright
Not standing a fight,
As you were a pleasant delight
Hardly having a gripe,
We did not have a domestic
Regardless of being sick.

We met in the psychiatric ward,
Both being bored,
We hit it off straight away
From rot and decay.
The hospital isn’t the place to be
To act romantically.


© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

My Blog Name Explained

I lived on Wordsworth Crescent,
In an area called Poet’s Corner,
The surrounding area was pleasant
As you could experience nature –
Similarly, but differently
To Wordsworth’s history
Of nurturing its splendour
And writing down its wonder.

Wordspoeticallyworth
Stems from my place of birth,
And I also love nature
Like our poetic author.
Mother Nature is fruitful
In being pretty and beautiful.


© Andrew Stevenson 19/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 18 September 2017

Leniently Sentence Me

You usually wasn’t down,
You used to wear a frown
Often and for a while
As I acted like a clown
With a big, wide smile.
Are you now in denial,
Put me up on trial
And here my plea –

I am honestly guilty
Of loving sweet thee,
Be lenient with me
In your summing up.
A lustrum I’ve waited,
A sentence I’ve hated.


© Andrew Stevenson 18/09/2017

A sonnet. 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 17 September 2017

Worlds Apart With A Caring Heart

I liked Sophie from the start,
She had a caring heart,
She believed in the Saviour
And was a taste to savour.
She was always charitable
And acted mostly sensible.
She remedied my loneliness
And took away a lot of stress.

But after a couple of years
She brought me to tears,
Being argumentative
Opposed to being positive.
She wasn’t taking her medication
Seeing this as a type of subjection.


© Andrew Stevenson 17/09/2017

A sonnet.

Please don't confuse, Sophie, with, Clare.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 16 September 2017

I Didn't Love She As I Wasn't Over Thee

You are keeping me in suspense
By not making an appearance,
Are you not thinking twice
About living your life as my wife;
I am gentle, caring and nice
And am honest with integrity
And I now have respectability.
Will you open your eyes

And forget our goodbyes.
Our parting was amicable
As you were quite sensible
With my psychotic demise.
I didn’t really love Sophie,
As I wasn’t over thee.


© Andrew Stevenson 16/09/2017

A sonnet. 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 15 September 2017

Lips Dreamy To Kiss

Will you take a chance
On an intimate romance,
We had one before –
Both knowing the score.
We were good as a pair
With both having a care.
Could you be mine
Until the end of our time.

I liked your locks of hair
That bounced with flare,
You had luscious lips
That were dreamy to kiss.
You will find in kind
That I too can be sublime.


© Andrew Stevenson 15/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Passing The Hours With Flowers

We liked walks within nature
And enjoyed some of the wonder
That she has to splendidly offer;
And strolled on with ease
Enjoying a cooling breeze
During the summer.
Mother Nature is amazing
With her blooming nurturing.

I would pick you a rose
And gladly propose
Down on one knee
For you to marry me.
We enjoyed the flowers
For hours and hours.


© Andrew Stevenson 13/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Coy From Joy

Are you at home,
I’m feeling alone,
Your company
Was heavenly.
I am missing
Our hugging.
Your kiss
Was bliss.

I have sincerity
And seek thee
To pleasingly
Be with me.
Are you feeling coy
From my joyful joy.


© Andrew Stevenson 13/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Wait For A Date

Come on a date,
Don’t leave it too late
As I hate having to wait
For you – my fate.
I’ll buy you a drink
And have a dance,
Give me a wink
And take a chance.

You were worthwhile;
Are you in denial
As you loved me so,
Which did grow.
Can’t you think twice
From acting like ice.


© Andrew Stevenson 13/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Do Not Tire From My Desire

You were deserving
Of my loving,
You like sharing
And were caring.
I loved you so,
You did glow
With a brightness
Of politeness.

We were good,
Living in the hood,
Honest souls
Seeking goals
Of a loving desire
That will not tire.


© Andrew Stevenson 12/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 11 September 2017

My Grandchildren Have Fun

My grandchildren are loving,
They are always hugging
Me and their mum and dad,
Which makes you fondly glad.
They fool around and have fun,
Like squirting water out of a gun.
Sometimes they are like ice,
But mostly they are nice.

They have been nurtured well
Which everyone can tell,
They pleasingly and pleasantly
Act respectfully while with me.
They both have a lovely character
One to favour and savour.


© Andrew Stevenson 11/09/2017

A sonnet.

My Grandchildren.




Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Frown At The Clown

I used to wear a frown
When I was your clown,
I could be really funny
When you were my honey.
You found me amusing
And were often laughing;
You were a sweet blessing
While happily not stressing.

We were a loving couple,
Both of us being respectable,
We were both personable
Amiable and likeable.
I am sorry for being insane
And for causing you pain.


© Andrew Stevenson 11/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 10 September 2017

Blossom And Bloom In Tune

Could you take a chance
By sharing a romance
lovingly with me
Treating you respectfully.
We could blossom and bloom
With both of us being in tune
To each other’s feelings
With self-neglect healings.

I am patiently waiting
Which is frustrating
As I am feeling a little blue
As I am still loving you.
Sorry we are not together
Sharing our eternal forever.


© Andrew Stevenson 10/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Braving Stormy Weather Together

We were hardly argumentative
As we were both submissive,
We got on well together
Braving my mental weather
That made it rain from your eyes –
A storm of considerable size.
I’m sorry for your suffering
While pursuing loving.

You believed in the Blessed Saviour,
Not sinning in your behaviour,
You emulated Him without sin
And were gently loving to kin.
I loved everything about you
And would again like you to woo.


© Andrew Stevenson 10/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Search In Church

I used to read the Sunday scripture
Dramatically with eloquence and fervour,
I liked reading the words of our Saviour
And emulated His respectable behaviour;
I was reaching while humbly preaching
For a pairing with gentle caring,
As to be Christianly is being heavenly
And I was searching for a loveable she.

I found what I was looking for
Outside of my respective Church door,
As while I was locked away
A Christian girl came out to play.
She had been suffering mentally
Despite her loving sensitivity.


© Andrew Stevenson 10/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sadie Is Happy With Me

I’ve just took my dog for a walk,
It is a shame she cannot talk,
We could discuss her needs
Of relieving herself on weeds.
She could tell me she loves me,
As she is joyfully and playfully
Happy sharing our company
With nurtured respectability.

She is great with other people
Being pleasant and amiable,
But other dogs she wants to fight
And is not scared at size or might.
She is prone to be loving at home
Where our love has deeply grown.


© Andrew Stevenson 10/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 9 September 2017

Uncool Being The Fool

We enjoyed walking
While conversing,
You were pleasing
And very healing,
As you were my saviour
Respecting my behaviour,
You were a sight to savour
Trekking through nature.

But eventually I went mad,
And didn’t respect what I had,
I put you in an awkward position
That you hated with derision.
I now think that you rule
And am sorry for acting the fool.


© Andrew Stevenson 09/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

My Cup Of Tea Being A We

You were my cup of tea
Sharing peace and harmony,
You were a sight to see –
A source of my serenity.
You were so sweet,
A precious treat,
I enjoyed your loving
As you were pleasing.

We were meant to be
Experiencing tranquillity
In being humbly respectful
And delightfully delightful.
I am sorry I became unwell
Suffering a cursed spell.


© Andrew Stevenson 09/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wrapped In A Bubble

You had graceful grace,
Could I again see your face,
I loved your charming smile –
Well worth my while.
I am drawn to your beauty;
You were to me heavenly:
Come back and see
What you mean to me.

You left after a bad spell
Of suffering a mental hell
As I got insanely unwell
Which you could tell.
I’m sorry for my trouble
Of being wrapped in a bubble.


© Andrew Stevenson 09/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Would Make You Smile

You had elegance
And eloquence,
I’m in suspense
Of an appearance.

I am waiting –
Which is frustrating,
As I have lots of loving
For your receiving.

Have you love in-kind;
Come and you will find
That I am gentlemanly
In searching for thee.

I’d like to see you smile
By walking up the aisle,
It’s not too soon
To be your groom.


© Andrew Stevenson 09/09/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 8 September 2017

Will You Pursue

My intentions are clear,
My loving love is sincere
And I will always adhere
To you being my dear.

You loved with a passion,
Hugging and kissing
For a long duration –
A loving sensation.

I fondly think of you
With feelings still true,
Will you pursue me
With your loving sensitivity.

I will hold you aloft
Being nice and soft.
I love you with rhyme
At this particular time.


© Andrew Stevenson 08/09/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 6 September 2017

Being In Tune With Each Other

You were my sugar,
A wonderful hugger
And a great kisser,
You were loving
And glowing,
Brightening my day
In a positive way –
Come back I say.

I was playing in tune
To becoming a groom;
We broke up to soon
And I have a deep regret.
Sorry I was a threat
To myself suffering ill-health.


© Andrew Stevenson 07/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sane With You To Gain

I used to be mad
Which made me sad,
I was a lost soul
Without a goal.
But now I have you
To respectfully pursue;
I am reaching;
You are teaching.

I feel sanely sane
With you to gain,
Take away my pain
Making me tame.
We were heavenly
Experiencing serenity.


© Andrew Stevenson 06/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 5 September 2017

In A Good Place

I am in a very good place,
But I still miss your pretty face,
You were gracefully appealing
And pleasantly pleasing.

You had a good character
Believing in the Saviour,
You were lovingly sober
In your respective behaviour.

You were always presentable,
Not making me apprehensible,
As you were sanely sensible,
Personable and very amiable.

We split up at a very bad time,
But now I express myself in rhyme,
I was not enjoying my life
As mentally I had so much strife.


© Andrew Stevenson 05/09/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Stressing With Bipolar

You looked so fine,
You were sublime,
Could you be mine
Until the end of our time.

I would look after you
And would say ‘I do’,
I have a love sincere
For you my dear.

You were attractive
In every possible way,
You were supportive
Throughout my day.

I liked your beauty,
You were heavenly,
Come to be and see
Our peace and harmony.

We were good together
Despite the bad weather
Of my flooding tears
Because of my fears.

I used to stress to much
Because of my condition,
I loved your sweet touch –
Holding hands for a duration.


© Andrew Stevenson 05/09/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 4 September 2017

Chill From Being Ill

My roots are firmly
In the ground,
I am sensibly
Feeling sound.
Thoughtfully
Come and see
How we could be
Experiencing serenity.

You treated me nice,
And did entice
Others to think twice
Before acting like ice,
As a love can chill
From being a bitter-pill.


© Andrew Stevenson 04/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Good Izzat

I want you back,
You had a good izzat,
Characteristics to savour
With respectable behaviour.
You were personable
And very likeable.
You enjoyed the ride
But now you hide.

I am chivalrous
And use etiquette,
I am sensuous
And not a threat.
I treated I with harm
But now I am calm.


© Andrew Stevenson 04/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Heed With Greed His Might

Jesus aided those in fright
And listened to their gripe
Of not wanting to fight
Those in authority.
He heeded he and she
And offered tranquillity
In believing in God above
Who was/is all about love.

Plenty now drink from the cup,
Lapping the wine and bread up,
Preaching and teaching
To those who are reaching.
Jesus lived to aid our suffering
From a life of transgressing.


© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Stressing Him As A Blessing

Jesus offered me a friendship
Through a time of hardship,
I was lonely and vulnerable
And mentally unstable.
I fell in love with Him
For forgiving my sin:
He was a source of serenity
Setting my inner-self free.

God Almighty in heaven
Forgives the heathen,
He is the master of our destiny
And through Jesus sets us free.
The Trinity is a Godly blessing
If you are truly believing.


© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 3 September 2017

A Treasure To Savour

I was engaged in a search,
Then I went to a local church,
And found what I was looking for –
A welcoming open door.
Christians were a delight
As they aided the plight
Of your respective suffering
With persevering nurturing.

I fell in love with our Saviour,
Who Is a great Teacher,
Preaching respectable behaviour
To the transgressing sinner.
I used to read the Sunday Scripture
Dramatically and eloquently with fervour.


© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 2 September 2017

Heed My Supplication

You are an inspiration
To my supplication –
In a literary sense
Without pretence.
You keep me in suspense
Without your appetence
Of seeking me to be with thee
In an essence of harmony.

I got mad and was very sad,
And I have already been a dad,
So, I know that will make you glad
As you have a child to nurture
Into a loving and cherishing nature
To be in our respective favour.


© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Happy Together

Don’t be feeling down,
Perk up and frown
By getting back with me
Experiencing being happy.
You used to laugh and smile
While not being in denial
That you were quite tactile
And were not a trying trial.

I am missing your company,
You were my tranquillity.
I loved your passion for living
And your sharing and giving.
We were a loving sensation
Worthy of many a mention.


© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

You Were And Are Special

Am I out of my mind
Wanting you to be mine;
But I am no longer mad
And want to be glad –
No longer feeling sad.
I could be like a dad,
Paternally inclined
And socially refined.

I cherished your loving,
You were always giving,
You forgave my sinning
And thus wisely saving
My good natured-self
Into better health.


© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Be Mindful To Remember

Am I out of sight
Out of mind,
Do you have a gripe
Of seeing me in-kind.

I hope you still feel
A love that is real,
And mindfully care
Of us being a pair.

I am thinking of you
With a love so true;
I am mentally sane
With everything to gain.

Are you blossoming
From my nurturing,
I am really pining
For a new beginning,

You stole my heart,
Am I worlds apart,
For wanting a fresh start,
Let me respectfully know.

My love does grow
And I will sow
Poems your way
In the hope you’ll stray.

Come out to play
And don’t decay,
Live your life
As my wife.


© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Motherly Loving

My mother tries to nurture
Her partner who has dementia,
She has to have patience
With his perseverance
Of acting madly insane –
Causing my mother pain.
He moves things everywhere
And does stare and glare.

He wants to get out and about
And has to be locked in,
He can scream and shout
With a verbal bout at kin.
My mother still loves him so
But her love doesn’t grow.


© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Sight To Savour

I walked within nature
And pondered her splendour,
She is a sight to savour
That will never waver.
I love the blooming flowers
That have attractive powers
Of expressing loving
With sharing and giving.

I would offer you a rose
And gladly propose,
You are my one and all
So, will you play ball,
By coming back to see
Our loving harmony.


© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Motherly Expressions

My daughter expresses love,
She has morals from God above,
She is Christianly in her manor
And believes in the Blessed Saviour.
She is upstanding and stands tall
Weathering the rainy fall –
A season not without reason,
As a life that’s rife will soon come.

She loves her daughter and son,
And as they grow they flourish
With how she does nourish
Their palatable tastes in decency –
Both adhering to a sensibility
Of a humane respectability.


© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Love His Love

Jesus stood respectfully tall,
He is above one and all,
He had his roots in heaven
Forgiving the heathen.
He taught to take flight
Rather than fight,
And to love your neighbour
Regardless if he/she is a sinner.

I fell in love with Him
After I committed sin,
He was a welcome relief
From my hostile grief:
But the devil takes like a thief
Causing us to lay a wreath.


© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Good Times With Rhymes

Are you still teaching,
Or do you stay at home,
Are you respectfully reaching
With a love that has grown.
You have a child to look after
And have responsibilities,
You no-doubt are happier
With motherly sensibilities.

I still crave your company,
You to me were endearing,
You had a respectability
And I was always learning.
We had plenty of happy times
Now expressed in my rhymes.


© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Apathy For Me

You can plainly see
What you mean to me,
You used to have apathy
With an essence of empathy.

You were understanding
But had a gripe at my plight,
You could be reprimanding
With how I was in your sight.

I have sincere intentions
With loving supplications,
I will persevere my dear
As I want you near.

I was corrigible with you
As I wasn’t always right,
I would like to pursue
Yourself with how I write.


© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 31 August 2017

Tearfully stressful

You were deeply faithful
And not neglectful:
My insanity was stressful
Which made you tearful.
Sorry for your suffering;
You were a blessing
While I was stressing
Of harmful transgressing
To me, myself and I.

I now wonder why
You don’t try
To get back with me
As we were meant to be.
I am now respectful to myself
Not suffering any ill-health.


© Andrew Stevenson 01/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Expressing Expressions

Clare was a loving delight,
She has now taken flight,
I will express a gripe
Within my expression –
Teaching her a lesson
That our separation
Was due to my medication
Not being much of a sedation.

I loved her expressively so,
And wanted her to know
That she is my princess –
Giving more and not less.
We had a love to remember
For our respective forever.


© Andrew Stevenson 31/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Maternal Stressing

I love my mother with all of my heart,
Sometimes she seems worlds apart,
She has ailments and is stressed out
Staying in and not getting about.
She is due soon for a hip operation
Where she will get much attention.
She is getting on in years
And has her passing fears.

Her partner suffers from dementia,
A stressful type of torture,
As he doesn’t make much sense
And keeps my mother in suspense.
She isn’t coping as well as she should
But she gets help from kin which is good.


© Andrew Stevenson 31/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Loving With Hugging

My Georgia is a great mother,
She is also a loving daughter,
I love her maternal ways
Creating brighter days.
She has wisdom and is bright
And is intellectually a delight:
She is a graceful saving grace
With love blossoming at a pace.

I am thinking with a sane mind,
Proud and loud you will find
Of being paternally inclined,
As Georgia is lovingly refined.
We are loving with our hugging
As we are both endearing.


© Andrew Stevenson 31/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Lacey May Today

Lacey May has her plaster off today,
She fractured her arm while at play,
She will be buzzing to use it again
While hopefully not in any pain.
She is a brave little soldier
And is always in my favour,
She is kind, gentle and sweet –
A tasty palatable treat.

She goes back to school soon,
And will be in a different classroom,
Her teachers sing her praises
As she studies for ages.
She plays quite joyfully
And is content and happy.


© Andrew Stevenson 30/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Fun Filled Day

I had my grandson yesterday,
I took him to a park to play –
He was climbing, jumping,
Running and throwing
Stones and sticks
And heavy bricks
For my pet dog, Sadie
Who was playing playfully.

It was a gloriously sunny day,
We walked by the River Dee,
We roamed around the bay
Taking in the tranquillity.
Kenzie was in my favour
With his good behaviour.


© Andrew Stevenson 30/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 27 August 2017

Mostly Good Natured

My grandchildren play
Mostly In a respectful way,
They are good together
With a loving endeavour
Of sharing and caring;
They are good at giving
And have a friendly nature
From their parent’s nurture.

They sometimes cry,
And often sigh as to why
They are being told off
With a parental scoff,
As they can also be naughty
Not making their mother happy.


© Andrew Stevenson 27/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Love That Grows

Lacey, my granddaughter
Is a wonderful sister,
She has respectable behaviour
To her sibling in her favour.
She has a friendliness to savour
Which doesn’t waver,
As she keeps good relations
With her friendly supplications.

She is pretty and beautiful
And is often not a handful,
She can be shy and bashful
And is personable and amiable.
I have a love that grows with pace
That lovingly shows on my face.


© Andrew Stevenson 27/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Amiable And Personable

Kenzie, listens to what you say
While he is engaging in play,
He behaves well mostly
With a responsibility.
He is the older sibling,
His praises we do sing
As he looks after his sister
Behaving like a loving brother.

He is not the clowning fool
At his respective school,
As he does as he is told
Without a crying scold.
In an essence he is amiable,
And is likable and personable.


© Andrew Stevenson 27/08/2017

A sonnet denoting my grandson.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Beginning Believing

Are you missing me
As I’m missing you,
I was happy in glee
With a love so true.
You meant everything –
Praises I humbly sing
To all who might hear
That you were my dear.

With sentiments to cheer
I will respectfully adhere
To pursuing of wooing
You, with a believing
I won’t always be grieving
For a fresh beginning.


© Andrew Stevenson 27/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Do You Still Feel For Me

Do you feel an emptiness without me,
And do you feel imprisoned instead of free,
Suffering being locked up in your mind
With thoughts of seeing me in-kind.
I hope you think fondly of myself
As I am now in good health,
And offer you a gentleness to savour
Adhering to sensible behaviour.

I was crazily mad and was very sad,
But had responsibilities of being a dad,
And I am sorry if you weren’t happy
With how I regrettably came to be,
Suffering a grave mentality of being insane –
But now I am well and respectfully tame.

© Andrew Stevenson 27/08/2017


A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 26 August 2017

One Of The Loves Of My Life

My daughter looks after me,
She has come to be
A source of tranquillity.

She is the love of I life,
Freeing me from lots of strife
From her being nice.

I am off to see her today,
The grandchildren will play
In a respectful way.

She is a loving treasure
Of my reciprocal endeavour
Of braving our stormy weather.

We both know the score
Of being humbly poor,
Which can make you sore.

But we strive on and on
Enjoying lots of fun
With new times begun.

I am now pleasantly well
Not suffering a cursed spell
Of being insanely in hell.


© Andrew Stevenson 26/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 25 August 2017

Blissfully Bliss

My life was blissfully bliss
When I had you to kiss;
I lapped up your passion
With loving attention.
You were very giving,
And also receiving,
As we were a pair
With our all laid bare.

I liked your fair hair
That bounced with flare,
You figure was a sight
Of perfectional might.
I am respectfully missing
Your teasing pleasing.


© Andrew Stevenson 25/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

How I Was

I am feeling sane,
And relatively tame,
I like honour in I name
And am sorry I was lame,
But I wasn’t to blame.
I was a bitter-pill to swallow
Not knowing if tomorrow
Will be full of sorrow.

I was dysfunctional
With being delusional,
I was paranoid, but not of you,
As my loving for you was true,
I thought people were after me
A tormenting, suffering travesty.


© Andrew Stevenson 25/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.